Date: Sun, 11 Jun 2006 20:01:25 +0000
From: PREPGUY
Subject: THE ALL-AMERICAN BOY, PART 2
Hours later with his parents home and the smell of dinner in the house, Tim
went downstairs to join the family.
"Ma, can I use the pool Saturday when you and Dad are out?" Willie later
asked, while passing the salad down the dinner table.
"Yea, just keep it cleaned up," his father interjected, while his wife
nodded.
"Who are you having over?" Tim asked, quietly hopeful it would include
Anthony or the Stewart brothers or about thirty other friends of his
brothers who at one time or another he thought were very hot.
"The usual guys," Willie said casually. "It's supposed to be near 90 all
weekend, so a good day to break it in for the year."
Tim knew that had to include Willie. His smile was unnoticed.
"Make sure your brother and sister can have friends over too," their mother
instructed. "It's for everyone to enjoy, especially if it's going to be
ninety."
Tim did not think he would be inviting any of his friends over that
particular day, especially since he knew his sister would be on a
cheerleading trip that weekend and there would be none of her girlfriends
over.
"And no diving," his father added sternly.
Tim stared absentmindedly from his seat, looking out the deck windows
towards the pool - imagining his brother's friends hanging out with only
their trunks on. He swallowed his milk eagerly.
He was glad to hear the doorbell and then Anthony's voice later that
evening. That usually meant Anthony and Willie would go down to the
basement and watch TV instead of playing ball outside. Anthony was always
fun to have over, but when their parents weren't around he knew Anthony
could also be very x-rated in his conversation. The basement or the pool
were always the places where he knew his brother and friends had the most
privacy, and they would usually talk about sex - especially if there was
something hot to be found on TV.
Sure enough, that evening repeated the formula as Tim sauntered downstairs
after downloading some songs in his room to find Willie and Anthony spread
out in the basement watching a show about models on MTV. The plot was
borderline soft porn, of course. Both had the look of desire in their eyes
as they watched the show. After a brief argument with his brother over
being able to watch the show, Tim won the argument and sat down next to
Anthony on the sofa (instead of sitting in any of the other chairs in the
room).
Of all the boys Tim fantasized over, Anthony was the one Tim thought he had
the best chance to actually have real sex with. And it wasn't because
Anthony seemed gay - quite the opposite. He just seemed perpetually
promiscuous, constantly talking about the relief he needed for his cock and
how low his standards were if only he could get off each day. While he was
always talking about girls, he had made more than one joke that suggested
getting a blowjob from a guy to be fine with him too, and sometimes Tim
noticed Anthony would have more eye contact with Tim than normal after
saying such things. And Tim would always feel funny after those jokes.
Obviously Anthony must have sensed something from him, Tim eventually
decided, but it seemed a turn-on that if so Anthony always played it cool -
never seeming interested but never seeming upset either.
Anthony was around their house all the time and they had known each almost
all their lives, even though Anthony was only Willie's friend and had always
treated Tim like just a little kid (they were two years apart in age but
always seemed further apart in their size and in their attitude). When Tim
began to be interested in guys, he always felt that Anthony's would be the
body he would get to explore (with his actual hands and mouth) first. On
the other hand, however, Tim could not even begin to think what his brother
would do if Tim told Anthony he was interested in him and then Anthony went
and told his brother - or, worse, their parents.
Even though he had sat in the basement and watched TV a thousand times
before, Tim felt different as he sat himself next to Anthony on the sofa.
Anthony did not say anything to him, and barely acknowledged Tim's presence
as he continued to tell Willie what sounded like a pretty hot story about a
girl in their high school.
Tim again noticed how muscular Anthony had become, and loved to look at him
as much as he could without seeming too obvious. Anthony was always joking
and comfortable with everybody, and seemed to have an incredible amount of
confidence. As Tim listened to Anthony telling his story (about trying to
unfasten a girl's blouse in the back of a movie theater while she rubbed his
crotch), he recognized that Anthony was not only very attractive but had a
very sexual energy about him. He always seemed to be proud of his physique
and seemed always ready, willing, and able for his next chance to get sex.
At some point in Anthony's story, Tim noticed that Anthony's hand adjusted
his crotch, and Tim stared at what was an obvious bulge in Anthony's jeans.
The story grew hot, especially the way Anthony told it (about how he had
unzipped his fly and tried coaxing this girl to go down on him). After a
few minutes he finished his story (the girl turned him down and ended up
walking out on him and the movie) and suddenly turned towards Tim.
"I think your little brother likes looking at my cock," he said to Willie
while grinning at Tim. Tim quickly looked up, staring guiltily at his
brother and shaking his head in denial.
"I saw you checking out my hard-on, man," Anthony said, surprisingly
good-naturedly. Anthony spread his legs and placed a hand near his crotch,
as if seeming to invite Tim to stare more.
"I was not," Tim blurted. Both of the other teens laughed as Tim appeared
to turn red.
"Come on, Tim," Anthony said gleefully. His fingers now caressed his
crotch. "You want to take it out and play with it?"
"You better not!" Willie laughed, pointing at his brother. "You calling my
brother queer?" he exclaimed to Anthony. "All Star 2005, nineteen home
runs. That's twelve more than you. Tim is an All-American stud, right
Tim?"
"Yea," Tim said, glad to hear his brother come to his defense. He reached
over and punched Anthony, liking the contact with his t-shirt and the
feeling of his fist against Anthony's firm chest. With that, Anthony
amiably reached an arm around Tim and began to pull him towards him. With
his other hand he playfully grabbed the top of Tim's blond head, lightly
pulling it down towards his legs. Tim twisted away and soon the two were
giggling in a wrestling match on the floor in front of the couch. Willie
joined in and the three were soon using the wrestling moves they had been
learning at school. Anthony pinned Tim to the ground, only to be pulled
onto the floor himself by Willie.
Anthony was the strongest of the three, simply larger and taller than the
two brothers and also with significantly more muscle from weight-lifting and
sports. Tim lay on the floor privately aroused as he watched the dueling
forms next to him. Willie's legs slid across the carpet as Anthony pinned
him down, and with neither looking, Tim enjoyed the close-up view of
Anthony's muscular thighs. He was also aroused at Anthony's thick arms
flying over his brother's frame, and how Willie's hands could move so freely
on Anthony's jeans and t-shirt as they wrestled. Tim threw himself back on
the pile, a futile effort to pin either boy down but a great opportunity to
run his hand up Anthony's leg and even put his face near Anthony's crotch.
After a few more minutes, the sound of the basement door opened and the two
brothers heard their mother yell down to them to stop the racket. When
Willie protested, she ordered him upstairs. Quietly cursing, Willie pulled
himself up from the floor and went up the stairs. Anthony still lay on the
floor, briefly alone with his friend's little brother in the basement.
Anthony looked at Tim and noticed Tim's eyes again dart down to Anthony's
crotch. Both were still laughing and breathing heavily from the wrestling.
Anthony moved a few inches across the floor towards Tim, who shifted away
thinking Anthony was going to wrestle him again. Instead Anthony simply
stared at him and proudly raised one leg so his crotch faced openly towards
Tim.
Tim's surprised eyes followed the movement, looking first at Anthony's
beautiful jeans and then up at Anthony's hot face. Anthony raised his
eyebrows invitingly and smiled broadly.
Tim swallowed, nervously looking in Anthony's eyes to gauge whether Anthony
was razzing him or serious. Anthony's face had a wide smile, which only
seemed to be more inviting than ever. Tim looked down at Anthony's crotch
again, which Tim now rubbed with his fingers.
"You got a hot mouth," he whispered. "Just like your sister." The two
looked at each other in silence. Anthony seemed to grow slightly serious
and whispered encouragingly, "You should put it to use."
This both annoyed and turned on Tim. More than a few people had commented
that his full red lips and cute face were very similar to his sister
Tammi's. He did not like being compared to a girl, and in this case it
seemed to imply something very different about him than the masculine image
he enjoyed with his friends at school. But alone in that basement, he could
not help but feel turned on by the suggestion Anthony was making and knowing
that it was what he had been wanting for a long time.
"Shut up," Tim said good-naturedly. The sound of his brother coming back
downstairs could be heard. Tim shook his head, not all that convincingly,
but made a point of slowly licking his lips as the two continued to look at
each other, then Tom glanced down at Anthony's crotch again. As he was
doing it, Tim knew what it meant to lick his lips in such a way after what
Anthony had just said.
Willie looked at the two, having no idea of the interaction they had just
exchanged. He flipped off the TV, kiddingly pointing Anthony towards the
door. "My Mom says, 'go home,' man. It's 11 o'clock."
The two brothers walked Anthony upstairs, Tim walking behind Anthony on the
stairs to enjoy the view of Anthony's tight ass and thick legs. At the
doorway Anthony turned to both brothers casually to wave goodbye. Tim had a
throbbing erection as he enjoyed the last parting glance from Anthony, who
nodded his head suggestively towards Tim as he closed the door behind him.
As the clock turned near 1:00AM and everyone in the house was asleep, a blue
glow shown from Tim's room when he turned on his computer and sat down at
his desk, shirtless in his pajama bottoms. Anthony's whispered comments to
him that night in the basement had made him sleepless and horny, and he knew
some quick pictures from the net would provide him some relief. As he
quietly fiddled with his keyboard, he soon was clicking through the screens
of innumerable gay porn sites and right-clicking pictures of guys and scenes
beyond description. He slid off his pajamas, sitting in his chair with only
his underpants on and rubbing his throbbing cock between every mouseclick.
He leaned heavily against his chair, enjoying playing with himself as the
pictures popped up.
One particular picture, of a naked and hard Hal Rockland, put Tim over the
edge. Tim did not know who Hal Rockland was, but was struck by how similar
the guy on his screen looked to Anthony. As he savored the picture, his
mind raced back to that evening's chemistry between him and the stud.
Almost crazed, Tim pulled up AOL and Google and inexplicably began doing
searches for guys named Anthony from his town who might have profiles.
While he found plenty of Anthony's, none fit the description of a
well-endowed 18 year-old who looked like a male porn star.
Tim then typed in Anthony's last name, and soon found the familiar home
address of his brother's friend (just a couple blocks away). Tim noticed
the phone number with the record as well, and suddenly his heart began to
pump wildly. He knew his dad's name was Anthony too, but he at least had
found the right house. He toyed with the idea of calling up the number, in
hopes of Anthony answering and the stud having an interest in connecting.
It was crazy, he thought. Probably Anthony's parents would answer, and -
with caller ID - he would not only get yelled at but would hear about it the
next day when their mothers talked. Even if Anthony Jr. did pick up the
phone, he had to be asleep and would therefore think Tim was nuts for
calling so late. Worse, Anthony might get upset and tell everyone the next
day that a gay 16 year-old was trying to hit on him the night before and
that his name was Tim Hamilton.
Still... there was that look that Anthony gave him before he left. And
there seemed to be no question that Anthony was practically goading him to
play with his cock when they were in the basement. Tim toggled back to his
porn and stared at the Hal Rockland picture some more.
Trembling, Tim jumped out of his chair and pulled his cell phone from the
power outlet it was sitting in. As he stared at the blue number keys, he
began to dial all but the last two numbers of the phone number. His cock
was throbbing, even as his heart pounded and his skin became covered in
goosebumps. He pressed another number on the phone. Staring at the
computer screen, he finally pressed the final number. He listened to the
ring.
The phone rang four times. With each ring, Tim's terror grew. On the fifth
ring he hung up, clamping the phone shut and tossing it onto his desk both
frustrated and relieved.
Tim sat in the silence of his dark room. As he calmed down and stared at
the closed phone on his desk, he realized how uncontrolled he had just been.
Thank goodness no one answered, he thought. Still horny, however, he
began to flip through more pictures and settled back into his chair. He
slowly stroked his cock and after a minute of this began to quietly gasp in
pleasure.
Suddenly his cell phone rang. It was the number he had dialed.
"Hello?" Tim whispered.
"Who's this?"
Thank God, it was not Anthony's mother or father but the hunk himself,
sounding half asleep. Tim's heart leapt. He was thrilled, but also
suddenly terrified.
"Uh... it's Tim," he whispered.
There was a pause. "Tim Hamilton?" Anthony asked.
"Yea," Tim gasped expectantly. Tim hoped that just the obviousness of his
call at one in the morning would have Anthony understand - especially as he
was so nervous that he was unsure he could speak anything more.
"What is it?" Anthony asked directly.
Tim did not answer.
"Hello?" Anthony asked, sounding somewhat angry.
"What?" Tim stammered.
"What do you mean, 'what?" Anthony said sharply, sounded much more awake
now. "You just called me?"
"Yea."
"So what the fuck is it?"
"I don't know," Tim stammered. "I mean... you know."
"Huh?"
Tim did not like the sound of Anthony's voice. He suddenly remembered how
tough Tony could be when he wanted to. He froze in fear, unable to speak.
"It's one in the morning," Anthony growled.
"I know. I - I - I just figured I'd call you... after..."
"After what?" Anthony asked, sounding genuinely puzzled.
"After... you know... what you said to me tonight."
Anthony caught on. "You mean about going DOWN on me?" he asked,
incredulous, his voice immediately lowered.
Tim did not say anything, now hearing the blood pounding in his ears from
nervousness.
"Does your brother know you're calling me?"
"No," Tim replied certainly. "You won't tell, right?"
"So you DO want to blow me then?"
Tim swallowed but did not say anything.
"Will you tell?"
"So you DO want to blow me," Anthony now concluded instead of asking, then
paused - seeming to either be just waking up now or to be processing
something very complicated. After ten seconds of silence, Anthony asked
again. "Speak to me. Are you looking to blow me tonight?"
Again Tim pleaded. "Will you TELL... if, I mean, I... do."
"No," Anthony said without hesitation, affirming Tim's longstanding belief
that Anthony both wanted him to blow him and was very experienced in such
thingsbeing kept secret.
"Then,... sure," Tim's voice squeaked into the phone, sounding ridiculously
casual.
Anthony made a noise, as if half laughing. Tim could tell he was sitting up
and wide awake at this point. Speaking much more quietly, Anthony asked,
"So you want to do it NOW, is that why you couldn't just tell me the next
time I'm over there?"
"Yep," Tim said much more seriously, now sounding as if he had just
confessed to a capital crime.
"Holy fuck!" Anthony quietly exclaimed. "So you ARE a cocksucker."
Tim did not say anything.
Anthony continued. "I always knew it. I figured I'd be fucking your face
sooner or later."
Tim was surprisingly happy to hear that, and glad Anthony's response was not
a flat-out 'no.'. "So?" he said, sounding almost casual about it.
"So? It's almost one in the morning, dude. I'm not meeting up with you now.
Are you crazy?!"
Tim did not say anything.
"I'm just..." Tim stammered.
"Yea?"
"I'm just reeeealy horny, that's all."
"Horny for my big cock? The one you were checking out tonight?"
"Yea."
There was more silence. He could tell Anthony was considering the
situation, and hopefully beginning to get horny himself.
Tim took a deep breath. "So, I would like to do something NOW."
"Just to be clear," Anthony whispered, "You are talking about you just going
down on me, right? Not me doing anything to you, or kissing or shit?
'Cause I have no interest in doing anything with you." Anthony's seemed
intently interested in Tim's answer.
"Yea," Tim quickly agreed.
"Have you done it before?"
"No."
"Shit!" Anthony exclaimed, as if he had just cleared his head. "I am
totally stunned. Even if I wanted you to, you're still too young. I was
just messing with you in your basement." He added, "I can't do anything
with you anyway, you're my friend's brother."
Tim's heart fell. He suddenly felt like crying.
Neither said anything for almost thirty seconds, the awkwardness hanging in
the silent connection.
"So, you're not interested? In my mouth being hot and all?" Tim asked, as
if ready to hang up in shame.
After another long pause, Anthony finally spoke again. "No, I didn't say
that."
Tim's relief was indescribable. Anthony was horny enough to consider it
after all. Tim did not know what to say next. He could tell Anthony was
doing a great deal of thinking.
Anthony continued. "Something tells me you probably can give a good
blowjob. I don't know what it is about you, but I do think that..."
"Well, let's see," Tim purred into the phone, not at all sounding like an
all-star all-American athlete at that particular time. He began stroking
his rod, sensing he might be about to close the deal.
Finally Anthony spoke. "Okay," he said, like a judge who had just made a
ruling. "If you want to blow me, cover over now."
Tim felt as if he had just won the lottery. "Cool," he panted into the
phone.
"Yea, you better not only do it, you better be fast at it."
"Cool," Tim repeated, stunned but happy.
"Shit... I can't believe this."
"It'll be good," Tim offered.
"Okay, well get your ass over here then. Be at my back door in five
minutes." Anthony promptly hung up.
Tim stared at the phone in disbelief. Looking up at his computer screen one
more time for encouragement, he jumped up out of his chair and walked over
to his dresser. Sliding his underpants off, he threw on a tight pair of
white shorts without any underwear beneath. In broad daylight the visible
shape of his cock's shaft poking against the white cotton would have been
considered obscene, but it seemed okay to Tim for the situation at hand. He
tossed on a loose yellow t-shirt and quickly combed his hair in the
dimly-lit mirror, then closed down his computer. Stepping into the pitch
dark of his hallway, Tim carefully stepped down the stairs and put a pair of
sandals on in front of his door. Being careful to open the door quietly, he
stepped out into the cool dark air and his front steps. After he ever so
slowly closed the door behind him, he began his walk to Anthony's house.